Chapter Three

Fakir- So, what going to happen in this chapter?

Ahiru- Yeah, what's gonna happen PA?

PA- Just watch.

Ahiru- Is there gonna be another incident with Diana. Cause's she's a real pain in the-

Fakir- Calm down, Ahiru, calm down!

Ahiru- (Breathes heavily) I'm good

PA- Well, here's chapter three! Enjoy!

Ahiru- I swear, if she's in here, I'll kick her a-

Fakir- Ahiru, I said calm down!

I choked and squeezed Fakir's arm tighter. No. It couldn't be. Mytho and Rue lived far away. No way they'd be here. Not a chance. Shrugging the feeling off, we continued through the crowd and into the ballet room.

It was larger than the one in Kinkan Town. Much larger. I had a cute ballet uniform. It matched my hair color and eyes, Fakir told me. It was the same color of blue as my eyes. My toe shoes were snow white, and my hair was tied in a tight bun.

After a while of waiting, all the people came in, and oddly enough, a animal came in to teach. A cat. A female cat, who was orange, an orange tabby. She was apparently called Nana sensei.

Unluckily for me, she called people, to dance, pair by pair. Diana, who was in this too, looked excited. Nana sensei came to Diana, and twitched her ears.

"Who would you like to be your partner, Diana?" she asked strictly. Diana smirked.

"Fakir-sama, of course, if he accepts." I was horrified. I begged in my mind Fakir would decline. But the most horrible two words at that moments shattered into my heart.

"I accept." I sighed and knew he still liked it, just a tiny bit. But another couple words lifted my spirits. "Of course, if Ahiru also accepts to dance with me after Diana's dance."

I gaped at him. He only continued staring at me. "Well, do you accept or decline?" Nana sensei's voice said.

I glanced at Nana sensei, then Diana, then Fakir. Diana added a sharp comment, "Well? You might as well decline." She was trying to take him, like Mirabelle-chan had said.

"I accept," I said boldly. Diana dropped her smile and looked up. Fakir had gotten up and was standing in front of her, waiting for her to get up. She roughly stood up and took his hand to the dance floor. She reminded me of Princess Kraehe.

They danced, Diana being just as good as Rue. I'd really screw up this time. What will she think of me when she sees me dance like a serious klutz? I sighed and watched as the song ended, and they slowed to a stop as Fakir held her high in the air. I watched their movements, and admired them.

The way Diana danced, she danced like a raven. Her eyes icy green, her pitch-black hair long and flowing. Her sharp movements, hard and pointy. Her insecurity, her harsh spins. Her fiery attitude flaring across the floor, licking up the walls. Diana's voice as she talked to Fakir while dancing like the hiss of a snake. She had an odd aura to her smile, her blood red lips. Diana's pale skin and poison face, if Diana wished, she could be the daughter of the Monster Raven.

Finally, the dance ended, and I was forced to get up and dance with Fakir. I would be embarrassed like before. Nothing of my looks could compare with Diana's dark and devilish dance. Diana sat and gave me a harsh smile. Her teeth suddenly looked so pointy…

I shrugged it off and got into position for the beginning of the dance. As the music started, I felt a strange movement in my body. They were graceful, and absolutely beautiful.

Diana's POV

Oh god, this Ahiru girl was good. My dark and devil-like movements were nothing like hers. I was sure I'd captivate everyone, but this Ahiru girl was sinking her dance into everyone's minds.

Her dance was like the gracefulness of a swan. Her snow falling movements twisting and jumping across the dance floor. Her personality could be told by her dance, she was graceful, hyper, and jumpy. Her creamy skin was nothing like my pale skin. Her lips were not as full, but colored a salmon pink while my lips were like blood. My hair was midnight black. I was, in looks, a pauper compared to this queen.

But, yet, as now I think savagely, as their graceful dance ends, I will not give up.

Ahiru's POV

The dance ended as I gleefully ended with a high jump in the air and landing by Fakir, his long arms embracing my body. I felt good. Diana was glaring at me with jealousy, and envy sinking in her ghostly soul.

She stood up, and left, a friend of hers, a black-haired, dark brown-eyed girl who looked just like Rue. Maybe she was the girl I mistook for Rue earlier. Actually, no, that was the real Rue I saw earlier. I could hear her, "Diana, wait!"

I smiled and curtsied at the end, a loud applause of everyone from the audience. Fakir couldn't help smiling either, and we both bowed/curtsied and sat down on the floor. The lesson passed quickly, and as we left, I saw Rue's face again. This was more like Rue than Rue. Her black hair and her dark eyes. Princess Kraehe. I tried to tell this to Fakir, but he disappeared into the crowd, holding my hands as he dragged me along.

We ended up at home, and later that night, we explained to Fakir's father, Charon. He understood, and we left to our rooms, the image of Diana and her coldness fading away to an evil woman…

The old man sat down on his rocking chair and chuckled to himself. The shifting gears around him were sqealign with rust clanks and clongs. He sighed and smiled with a smirk.

"Yes, once again, the Prince and the Raven has begun again."

Fakir- What the-!

Ahiru- The story will be repeated, AGAIN!

PA- Uh...I can explain!

Fakir- Nevermind that, who's the daughter of the raven?

Ahiru- Diana...

Fakir- AHIRU!

Ahiu- What?

PA- Not the daughter, but the sister

Ahiru- Waaah! That's even worse!

Fakir- Shut up, Ahiru.

Ahiru- sniff

PA- Just keep reading

Both- Glares at PA

PA- Eh, acting, and find out! Read my next chappie, chappie four! yay!

Fakir- She's insane...